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A     MEMORIAL    TO 
PATRICK  A.  COLLINS 


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The  popular  impulse  to  perpetuate  the  name 
and  the  public  record  of  Mayor  Patrick  A. 
Collins  by  some  form  of  memorial  grew  strong 
and  pressing  soon  after  his  death  in  September, 
190.5.  Just  a  week  after  his  interment  in 
Holyhood  Cemetery,  a  meeting  of  representa- 
tive men  of  Boston  was  held,  at  .53  State  Street, 
to  consider  ways  and  means  to  meet  the  demand 
of  the  people  for  recognition  of  his  high  char- 
acter and  of  his  distinguished  services  to  the 
Nation,  the  State,  and  the  City.  The  chair 
was  occupied  by  the  Hon.  Richard  Olney, 
and  there  were  present  prominent  clergymen 
of  various  religious  beliefs,  bankers,  merchants, 
lawyers,  doctors,  and  personal  friends. 

Brief  addresses  were  made  by  the  distin- 
guished chairman  and  by  many  prominent 
members  of  the  representative  assemblage,  and 
all  the  speakers  favored  the  establishment  of 
some  form  of  memorial  to  be  designed  in  a 
manner  suitable  to  the  wishes  of  the  people 
and  acceptable  to  the  artistic  sense  of  the  com- 
munity. 

An  Executive  Committee  was  chosen  to  give 
effect  to  the  desires  of  the  people  as  they  found 
expression  in  the  press  and  in  the  addresses 
of  the  gentlemen  who  had  responded  to  the  call. 
This  committee  was  empowered  by  vote  to 
raise  the  funds  needed,  to  determine  the  form 
which  the  Memorial  should  take,  and  to  proceed, 
without  further  instructions,  to  do  all  that  the 
meeting  had  outlined. 

At  the  head  of  this  body  Mr.  Jerome  Jones 
was  placed.     Mr.  James  J.  Storrow  was  chosen 


Treasurer,  and  Mr.  M.  P.  Curran  was  made 
Secretary.  With  these  were  associated,  by  unani- 
mous vote  of  the  meeting,  Dr.  John  G.  Blake, 
Robert  M.  Burnett,  Right  Rev.  William  Byrne, 
D.D.,  the  Hon.  Edwin  Upton  Curtis,  the  Hon. 
Thomas  J.  Gargan,  Lieutenant-Governor  Curtis 
Guild,  Jr.,  Thomas  B.  Fitzpatrick,  Right  Rev. 
William  Lawrence,  D.D.,  James  M.  Prendergast, 
A.  Shuman,  General  Charles  H.  Taylor,  and 
Lucius  Tuttle. 

This  Committee  entered  upon  the  arduous 
and  delicate  task  imposed  upon  it  with  earnest- 
ness and  zeal.  It  issued  an  appeal  to  the  public 
for  subscriptions.  The  answer  to  this  was  so 
prompt  and  generous  that  within  two  days 
there  was  substantial  evidence  that  the  work 
of  the  Committee  would  have  the  support  of 
the  community.  The  appeal  was  issued  on 
September  27,  1905,  and  on  September  29  the 
Treasurer  acknowledged  through  the  press  the 
receipt  of  $11,290.  On  October  16,  or  in  six- 
teen working  days,  there  was  received  $25,- 
674.25,  or  more  money  than  the  Committee 
asked  for. 

No  collectors  or  solicitors  were  employed. 
Every  dollar  received  by  the  Treasurer  was 
sent  in  or  brought  in;  and  there  were  over  600 
contributors,  the  sums  ranging  from  $500  to 
ten  cents.  It  may  be  said  that  the  record  in 
this  case  is  probably  without  parallel.  The 
Committee  closed  the  subscription  lists  on 
October  29,  and  the  Treasurer  had  then  in  his 
possession  the  sum  of  $26,444.12. 

The  Committee  decided  early  in  its  delibera- 
tions that  the  Memorial  should  be  an  addition 
to  the  artistic  treasures  of  the  city,  and  that  it 


should  assume  the  form  of  a  gateway  to  one  of 
the  public  parks  or  of  a  statue  in  one  of  the 
squares.  It  was  decided  also  that,  if  possible, 
a  Boston  artist  should  design  and  execute  the 
work.  With  this  object  in  mind  the  Committee 
issued  an  invitation  to  Boston  sculptors,  archi- 
tects, and  persons  of  artistic  taste  to  submit 
suggestions,  designs,  models,  or  advice  which 
might  aid  the  Committee  in  its  purpose  to  get 
the  best  and  most  meritorious  plan  for  the 
Memorial. 

It  soon  came  to  be  known  that  four  eminent 
sculptors  of  Boston  had  begun  to  work  on  the 
plans  and  designs,  and  that  all  of  them  had 
adopted  the  scheme  of  a  statue  as  the  most 
fitting.  The  Boston  Society  of  Architects  cheer- 
fully responded  to  the  request  of  the  Committee 
for  advice  and  counsel.  Messrs.  J.  Randolph 
Coolidge,  Jr.,  R.  S.  Peabody,  and  C.  H.  Black- 
all,  acting  as  a  committee  of  that  body,  rendered 
voluntary  and  valuable  assistance  in  the  selec- 
tion of  the  best  design  and  the  most  desirable 
location  for  the  monument. 

On  February  1,  1907,  a  contract  was  signed 
by  the  chairman  of  the  Committee,  and  H.  H. 
Kitson  and  Theo  Alice  Ruggles  Kitson  for  these 
purposes:  "The  sculptors  agree  to  design, 
execute,  furnish,  and  erect  for  the  Committee 
a  suitable  granite  and  bronze  memorial  to  the 
late  Patrick  A.  Collins,  Mayor  of  Boston,  sub- 
stantially in  accordance  with  the  model  and 
plans  approved  by  the  Committee  on  October 
4,  1905,  subject  to  the  approval  of  said  Com- 
mittee and  the  Art  Commission  of  the  City  of 
Boston." 

On   November   2,    1908,   this   Memorial  was 


unveiled,  dedicated,  and  presented  to  the  City 
of  Boston.  An  account  of  the  ceremonies  and 
proceedings  incident  to  the  closing  of  the  Com- 
mittee's work  of  a  little  over  three  years  will 
be  found  in  succeeding  pages. 

On  a  platform  in  front  of  the  veiled  monument 
sat  Mayor  George  A.  Hibbard,  Archbishop 
William  H,  O'Connell,  and  the  memorial  com- 
mittee. At  11  o'clock  a.m.  Mr.  Jerome  Jones, 
chairman  of  that  committee,  introduced  His 
Grace,  the  Archbishop,  to  open  the  proceedings 
with  prayer.  The  assembled  guests  who  occu- 
pied the  seats  on  the  observation  stand  then  heard 
him  deliver  impressively  the  Lord's  prayer : — 

Our  Father,  who  art  in  heaven;  hallowed 
be  thy  name;  thy  kingdom  come;  thy  will 
be  done  on  earth  as  it  is  in  heaven.  Give 
us  this  day  our  daily  bread;  and  forgive 
us  our  trespasses,  as  we  forgive  those  who 
trespass  against  us.  And  lead  us  not  into 
temptation;  but  deliver  us  from  evil.  Amen. 


ADDRESS  BY  MR.   JEROME   JONES. 

Mr.  Jerome  Jones  for  the  committee  said: — 
We  have  assembled  here  to-day  to  dedicate 
a  memorial  to  a  distinguished  citizen  of  Boston. 
Little  more  than  three  years  ago  we  were 
startled  by  the  intelligence  that  Patrick  A. 
Collins,  Mayor  of  Boston,  had  passed  away. 
The  impulse  was  spontaneous  and  wide-spread 
that  something  more  than  the  usual  marks  of 
sorrow  should  bear  witness  to  our  affection  for 
him.  At  a  meeting  of  those  who  had  known 
him  best  a  committee  was  appointed  to  con- 
sider what  form  a  memorial  should  take,  and 
to  provide  means  for  its  erection.  In  less  than 
one  month  the  voluntary  offerings  of  more  than 
five  hundred  of  his  friends  had  amounted  to 
nearly  thirty  thousand  dollars. 

The  career  of  the  subject  of  this  outburst 
of  popular  affection  had  appealed  in  no  ordi- 
nary degree  to  the  interest  of  his  fellow-citizens. 
A  poor  immigrant  boy,  working  at  manual 
labor,  by  dint  of  industry,  faithfulness,  alert- 
ness, and  square  dealing,  had  risen  to  a  high 
place  in  his  profession,  and  had  won  conspicu- 
ous honors  in  the  service  of  the  public.  These 
are  too  well  known  to  need  recital  here.  They 
have  become  a  part  of  the  cherished  history 
of  this  community. 

His  likeness  in  enduring  bronze,  soon  to  be 
unveiled  to  your  view,  with  the  monument  of 
which  it  is  a  part,  would  fail  of  its  real  purpose, 
were  it  merely  to  mark  our  grief  at  a  personal 
loss  or  even  to  express  our  sense  of  Boston's 
obligation    to    a   distinguished    public    servant. 


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This  i_tz:;::^.  *_d  ..::  ::::"  :  d:  _t:  rdrssdr-r 
than  this.  It  should  speak  to  the  generations 
of  Boston  of  the  future,  children  as  they  will 
be  of  every  race  and  f ait_  »ound  in  n 

cases  by  the  comradeship  of  poverty  and  of  toil, 
telling  them,  as  they  rise  in  their  long  line,  that 
here  is  a  land  of  opportunity,  where  indv 
and  faithfulness  and  honor  may  win  their  de- 
served rewards.  Tin  memorial  will  become 
in  a  larger  sense  a   monumen:  American 

opporbi:  ance  that  is  here  held 

t:  tlis-r  ~ _;  :.:\z[~  -jLr—±r'.-~±  rdm-rs^y  -_i 
manfully  to  life's  work  and  life's  dut 

The  subject  of  this  memorial  learned  a  trade. 
He  id:  t  _.i_-t  d  .-:  .„  £:•?:.  He  then  prepared 
himself  by  study  and  effort  for  usefulness  in  a 
wider  field.  Daniel  Webster's  allusion  to  the 
crowds  at  the  bottom  of  the  ladder   and   the 

strikingly  exemplified  than  in  the  career  of 
Patrick    A.     Collins.     While    doing    his    work 

::.d_;  il>  ::  di-r  ;: :  —  ie-d  :::.dd.  _t  di^ie  ddd.- 
self  ready  to  stand  securely  on  the  rungs  which 

d-   l_dd-:  dj_. 

M ;       t  :  •  =    d  -=i      .  - 

'..--:--  d-r?d7  —  ds;:rd-  Trdrs.  I  ed;;Ted  d_s 
dd-dd:i^dd  H:s  ~d  —15  i  T.e'ddd^:  =■  d:  d- 
a£  delight  Id  all  who  came  in  contact  with  him: 
::    s:::^r-I    —   : -,-jltL   :.:,:-    ::    life,    d    ::d- 


SPEECH  OF  ACCEPTANCE  BY  MAYOR 
HIBBARD. 

To  the  formal  presentation  the  mayor  replied : 
This  memorial  is  intended  to  serve  as  a  last- 
ing tribute  to  Patrick  A.  Collins,  always  regarded 
as  an  example  of  the  highest  type  of  our  citi- 
zenship. A  man  of  the  strictest  integrity,  his 
public  activities  throughout  his  career  were 
actuated  by  the  highest  ideals.  Thoughtless  of 
self,  but  ever  mindful  of  the  welfare  of  others, 
— his  character  at  all  times  unsullied, — his  capa- 
bilities and  virtues  were  recognized  and  appre- 
ciated, not  only  by  this  country,  but  by  the 
governments  and  people  of  other  lands. 

I  cannot  express  in  any  more  forcible  or 
direct  manner  my  appreciation  of  his  high 
and  conspicuous  Americanism  or  his  lofty  pa- 
triotism than  by  quoting  this  excerpt  from  one 
of  his  notable  addresses:  "I  kneel  at  the  altar 
of  my  fathers,  and  I  love  the  land  of  my  birth, 
but  in  American  politics  I  know  neither  color, 
race,  nor  creed.  Let  me  say  here  and  now  that 
there  are  no  Irish  voters  among  us.  There  are 
Irish-born  citizens,  like  myself,  and  there  will 
be  many  more  of  us,  but  the  moment  the  seal 
of  the  court  was  impressed  upon  our  papers 
we  ceased  to  be  foreigners  and  became  Ameri- 
cans. Americans  we  are,  Americans  we  will 
remain,  and  your  children,  native-born  men, 
and  mine,  I  trust,  will  live  together  in  amity  and 
peace  in  this  great  and  free  country  as  Ameri- 
cans. In  this  lies  the  safety  of  our  institutions, 
in  this  is  the  guarantee  of  the  Union." 


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I  am  deeply  gratified  that,  as  mayor  of  the 
city  of  Boston,  I  have  the  opportunity  to  accept 
this  tribute  to  his  memory.  The  inscription 
upon  it  portrays  the  broadness  and  liberality 
of  the  man,  and  the  municipality  is  grateful  to 
the  donors.  It  shall  be  the  duty  and  the  pleas- 
ure of  the  citizens  to  preserve  the  memorial 
in  perpetuity. 


Owing  to  the  inclemency  of  the  weather,  the 
committee  decided  to  hold  the  further  exercises 
incident  to  the  dedication  in  the  ball-room  of  the 
Hotel  Somerset,  and  thither  the  guests  went, 
on  invitation.  On  a  raised  platform  were 
seated  the  living  former  mayors  of  the  city  and 
all  persons  having  part  in  the  exercises.  When 
all  were  seated,  Chairman  Jones  introduced  the 
Hon,  John  D.  Long,  who  delivered  the  formal 
address. 


EX-GOYERXOR    LONG'S   ADDRESS. 

It  is  not  the  discharge  of  a  perfunctory  duty, 
but  a  labor  of  love,  to  take  my  part  in  this  tribute 
to  Patrick  Andrew  Collins.  With  you  who 
knew  him  well,  and  to  whom  he  is  still  a  warm, 
living  personality,  I  delight  to  join  in  putting 
in  permanent  place  in  the  heart  of  the  city 
which  honored  him  and  which  he  honored  this 
lifelike  counterfeit  of  his  face.  With  you  I 
vividly  recall  his  generous  eloquence,  his  spark- 
ling and  kindly  wit,  his  magnanimous  spirit,  his 
embodied  integrity  of  mind  and  heart. 

Some  one  of  our  talented  representatives  of 
his  fellow   Irish  blood   would  more    eloquently 

Eortray  his  life  and  character,  as  Mr.  Curran 
as  so  admirably  written  his  biography.  But 
I  am  here  because  to  those  in  charge  it  has 
seemed  fitting  that  the  word  of  this  occasion 
should  be  spoken  by  one  of  that  stock  which  is 
indebted  to  him  for  so  handsomely  promoting 
in  our  social  and  political  life  the  assimilation 
with  that  stock  of  his  own.  Erin  and  Columbia 
ioin  in  this  tribute  as  in  vonder  statuarv  crroup 
they  support  mm,  one  on  either  side. 

That  word,  heartfelt,  if  meagre,  I  speak 
as  his  friend  countryman  and  lover.  And 
I  speak  it  for  the  Puritan  and  Pilgrim  as  well 
as  for  his  own  and  every  other  nationality*  whose 
blood  has  mingled  with  theirs  and  his.  And 
I  speak  it  to  you  who  represent  all  these  inter- 
woven fibres  of  our  present  cosmopolitan  citizen- 
ship. 

We  are  erecting  a  memorial  not  to  a  famous 
man  of  past   time  who    has   become  a  historic 


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figure  and  only  whose  historic  characteristics 
have  filtered  down  to  us, — a  distillation  of  un- 
mixed virtues  rather  than  a  personality  of  flesh 
and  blood, — but  to  one  who  was  our  recent 
contemporary  and  who,  active  in  our  chief 
municipal  office,  his  voice  ringing  in  the  very 
front  of  the  conflicts  of  the  time,  his  counsel 
sought,  his  service  invaluable,  was  cut  off  in 
his  prime,  the  touch  of  his  hand  still  lingering 
in  ours.  No  need  to  draw,  for  your  own  con- 
sciousness at  once  paints  upon  your  mind's 
eye,  the  picture  of  the  man,  the  tall,  easy- 
swinging  figure,  the  attractive  kindly  intelligent 
mobile  face,  the  responsive  smile,  the  swift  apt 
repartee,  the  cordial  manner. 

It  is  this  that  gives  a  special  charm  to  the 
tribute  we  now  pay  him.  Our  city  is  rich  in  its 
statues  of  its  great  ones.  Among  them  are 
statesmen,  soldiers,  reformers,  philanthropists, 
scholars,  some  of  them  undoubtedly  superior 
to  him  in  permanent  fame,  in  conspicuousness 
of  service,  and  in  lasting  influence.  But  at 
sight  of  which  of  them,  as  we  gaze  at  the  like- 
ness, so  quickly  springs  from  the  heart  the 
smile  or  tear  of  responsive  comradeship  ? 

It  is  a  good  feature  in  our  modern  life  that  the 
personal  memorial  is  so  frequent, — such  as  that 
most  impressive  and  beautiful  figure  of  the  shel- 
tering angel  of  death,  the  handiwork  of  the 
foremost  of  American  sculptors,  at  the  grave  of 
the  wife  of  a  private  citizen;  or  the  published 
volume  of  the  life  of  the  woman  who,  as  head 
of  a  great  female  college,  gave  it  larger  distinc- 
tion and  range,  but  who  also  gave  to  her  home, 
from  the  heart  of  which  the  volume  came,  the 
benediction  of  paradise.     It  is   a  peculiar  de- 


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light  of  this  occasion  that  we  blend  the  personal 
and  public  recognition  of  one  who  adorned 
private  and  public  life,  and  who  at  once  won 
the  confidence  of  the  people  he  served  and  the 
love  of  the  hosts  of  friends  he  made. 

It  seems  to  me,  contrary  to  the  conventional 
notion,  that  the  dominant  chord  in  the  life  of 
Collins  is  that  of  good  fortune, — fortunate  in 
the  stock  from  which  he  came,  in  the  island  of 
his  birth,  in  the  gifts  of  nature's  bestowal,  in 
his  education,  and  in  the  circumstances  which, 
under  a  seemingly  frowning  providence,  hid 
the  smiling  faces  of  good  angels  who  hovered 
about  him  and  guided  his  footsteps.  To  be 
born  an  Irishman  is  to  inherit  the  daring  spirit 
inspired  by  centuries  of  resistance  to  political 
and  religious  oppression,  by  the  heroisms  of 
a  subject  but  stubbornly  resisting  race,  and 
by  the  traditions  which  associate  every  inch 
of  native  soil  with  legend  and  story  of  adventure 
and  brave  deeds.  It  is  to  inherit  the  contagious 
ardor  that  springs  from  the  undaunted  uprising 
out  of  the  bitterness  of  defeat  as  well  as  out 
of  the  glory  of  victory,  and  from  the  song  of  the 
native  poet,  the  eloquence  of  the  orator,  the 
intense  passion  of  the  patriot,  and  the  height  of 
religious  and  national  enthusiasm. 

The  sorrows  of  Ireland,  the  very  essence  of 
pathos,  yet  infused  with  the  vivacity,  the  quick 
wit,  the  shrewdness,  and  cheery  humor  of  the 
race,  have  made  it  to  its  children  a  land  of  inspi- 
ration and  eager  hope.  Was  there  ever  a  more 
impassioned  loyalty  to  mother  land  i  Its  states- 
men, orators,  soldiers,  devotees,  priests,  poets, 
and  writers,  more  often  than  otherwise  serving 
and  illumining  other  lands  than  their  own,  have 


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enrolled  their  names  on  the  upper  scrolls  of 
fame.  Its  natural  beauties,  from  which  so 
many  a  worthy  son  has  been  exiled,  have  never 
lost  their  hold  on  his  memory  or  his  dreams. 
Who  does  not  know  that  exquisite  description 
by  Macaulay  of  picturesque  Kerry,  within  fifty 
miles  of  which  Collins  was  born, — "the  most 
beautiful  tract  in  the  British  Isles, — the  moun- 
tains, the  glens,  the  capes,  stretching  far  into  the 
Atlantic,  the  crags  on  which  the  eagles  build, 
the  rivers  brawling  down  rocky  passes,  the 
lakes  overhung  by  groves  in  which  the  wild 
deer  find  covert.  On  the  rare  days  when  the 
sun  shines  out  in  all  his  glory  the  landscape  has 
a  freshness  and  a  warmth  of  coloring  seldom 
found  in  our  latitude.  The  myrtle  loves  the 
soil.  The  arbutus  thrives  better  than  even  on 
the  sunny  shore  of  Calabria.  The  turf  is  of 
a  livelier  hue  than  elsewhere;  the  hills  glow 
with  a  richer  purple;  the  varnish  of  the  holly 
and  ivy  is  more  glossy;  and  berries  of  a  brighter 
red  peep  through  foliage  of  a  brighter  green." 

To  say,  then,  of  Collins  that  he  had  the  gifts 
of  his  race  and  of  his  native  isle  is  to  attribute 
to  him  some  of  the  most  charming  and  brilliant 
qualities  of  human  nature.  It  is  to  associate 
him  with  the  romantic  legends  of  the  days 
"when  the  O'Neils  and  O'Donnells  were  inde- 
pendent princes,"  with  the  exquisite  sentiment 
and  humor  of  Goldsmith,  the  luminous  elo- 
quence of  Burke,  the  splendid  heroism  of 
Sarsfield,  the  tuneful  verse  of  Moore,  the  pathos 
of  Emmet,  the  devotion  of  Father  Mathew — 
but  why  count  all  the  sparkling  jewels  of  the 
diadem!  Other  lands  have  as  great  treasures 
of    glorious    names    and    memories;    but    with 


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Ireland,  perhaps  owing  to  the  very  sorrows 
and  afflictions  which  for  so  many  years  either 
drove  her  sons  into  exile  or  repressed  them  at 
home,  her  inspirations  have  seemed  to  intensify 
themselves  into  the  spirit  and  culture  of  her 
children  as  have  those  of  no  other  land.  How 
many  examples  of  this  come  to  our  minds! — 
none  more  striking  than  Collins  whom  we  honor 
to-day.  And  let  me  not  forget  his  especially 
chosen  and  close  confreres  whose  symposiums 
with  him  are  already  among  our  local  traditions, 
O'Reilly  and  Roche  and  Gargan,  the  turf  above 
two  of  whom  has  for  many  months  been  green 
and  above  the  other  has  just  been  watered 
with  our  tears. 

Of  such  stuff  as  this  surely  must  have  been 
the  angels  that  ministered  at  the  birth  of  Collins ; 
and  fitting  it  was  that  in  his  humble  native 
Irish  cot  in  Ballanafauna,  ere  yet  his  lips  could 
lisp  in  numbers,  the  great  orator  Daniel  O'Con- 
nell  laid  the  benediction  of  his  hand  upon  the 
boy's  head,  predicting  his  rise  to  fame  and 
dedicating  his  life  to  public  service.  May  not 
at  the  same  time  the  electric  spark  of  that 
eloquent  tongue  have  flashed  into  the  boy's 
soul  and  charged  it  full! 

In  1848,  at  four  years  of  age,  Collins  was  an 
immigrant  to  this  country  from  Ireland.  His 
father,  an  Irish  tenant  farmer  under  the  depres- 
sion of  the  Irish  landlord  system,  had  died  the 
year  before  and  left  his  family  in  poverty.  It 
was  the  year  of  the  famine  which,  robbing  the 
Irishman  of  his  potato,  robbed  him  of  all  he  had 
of  his  own  in  this  world's  goods.  The  father 
was  a  man  of  strong  natural  parts,  with  a  schol- 
arly   bent    that    found    expression    in    fugitive 


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verse.  He  was  of  that  class  of  men  of  more  than 
ordinary  natural  abilities,  industry,  thrift,  and 
force,  an  exodus  of  whom  the  famine  of  that 
year  sent  to  our  shores.  In  their  earnestness, 
their  loyalty  to  their  religious  faith,  their  en- 
durance and  toil,  their  neighborly  allegiance 
to  one  another,  they  were  not  unlike  our  Puritan 
ancestors,  whose  immigration  two  centuries 
earlier  was  also  prompted  by  discontent  with 
conditions  in  the  mother  land.  Their  strongly 
marked  Celtic  faces,  many  of  which  I  recall 
and  have  known  as  types  which  the  sculptor 
would  choose,  indicated  their  natural  strength 
of  character,  needing  only  education  and  oppor- 
tunity. Deprived  at  home  of  ownership  in  the 
soil,  they  here  seemed  to  seek,  first  of  all,  each 
his  own  house  and  lot  of  land.  They  worked 
hard  wherever  work  was  to  be  had,  but  the 
benefit  of  their  labor  was  now  their  own.  With 
careful  economy  and  great  thrift  they  added 
slowly  but  surely  to  the  acquisition  of  property 
which  was  at  last  theirs  in  their  own  right. 
They  were  proudly  self-supporting,  and  the 
beggar  or  the  pauper  was  not  among  them. 
So  they  became  an  added  rock  for  the  security 
of  property,  not  to  be  carried  away  by  any  craze 
for  the  disorganization  of  society  or  led  astray 
by  the  frenzies  of  the  fanatic  or  irresponsible 
agitator. 

The  young  Irish-American  of  this  generation, 
full-fledged  for  all  the  flights  of  American  politics, 
profession,  and  business,  will  do  well  if  he  main- 
tains the  standard  of  the  honest  thrift  and  faith- 
ful service  of  the  immigrants  of  1847.  Above 
all  their  domestic  and  family  relations  are  worthy 
of    all    praise.     These    were    strengthened    by 


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their  religious  obligations  and  their  unswerving 
allegiance  to  their  Church.  Few  men  have  less 
sympathy  than  I  have  with  the  claims  of 
ecclesiastical  infallibility  and  domination.  I 
have  the  Puritan's  disrelish  for  religious  forms 
and  ceremonies  and  the  radical's  instinctive 
refusal  of  the  miraculous  and  supernatural. 
But  I  acknowledge  with  grateful  and  swift 
appreciation  the  tremendous  influence  of  the 
Catholic  Church  for  good  in  our  social  life.  How 
it  ignores  all  distinctions  among  its  worshippers 
and  puts  them  all  on  the  level  of  a  common 
equality  before  the  altar  of  their  faith!  What 
was  a  king's  crown  to  Becket?  How  it  holds 
its  people  in  loyalty  to  its  standards!  Nothing 
is  more  striking  than  its  fruit  in  the  purity  and 
devotion  of  the  family  circle.  For  generations 
the  Catholic  woman  and  wife  in  our  country 
has  been  an  example  of  fidelity,  whether  in  the 
service  of  others  or  in  the  thrifty  and  indus- 
trious administration  of  her  own  household. 
Her  daughters  in  turn  she  has  trained  in  good 
morals  and  useful  labor.  Indeed,  she  deserves 
the  crown  of  womanly  purity  and  service. 

Such  were  the  men  and  women  from  whom 
Collins  came.  Of  that  stamp  was  his  widowed 
mother,  who,  a  pilgrim  on  "the  bleak  New  Eng- 
land shore,"  sought  for  her  little  ones  the  bless- 
ings of  a  land  of  freedom,  and  for  their  sake 
dared  and  bore  all  the  privations  and  hard- 
ships of  her  scanty  lot.  Hers  were  the  true 
mother's  sacrifice  and  lifelong  devotion.  And 
did  she  not  have  her  proud  reward?  And 
his  were  the  true  son's  love  and  appreciation  to 
the  last. 

If  I  have  dwelt  at  length  on  these  things, 


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working  in  fields  and  coal  mines,  driving  a 
market  wagon  and  running  an  engine  and  other 
machinery.  Fancy  what  spirit  meantime  burned 
within  the  boy's  heart,  what  dreams  were  there! 
At  the  end  of  the  two  years,  in  1S.59.  the  family 
came  back  to  Boston.  And.  now  a  full  adult, 
he  found  more  permanent  employment  as  an 
apprentice  in  a  leading  upholstery  shop,  of 
which  four  years  later,  at  nineteen,  he  became 
foreman.  He  lived  in  South  Boston,  walking 
to  and  fro.  He  was  a  charter  member  of  the 
upholsterers'  union.  Already  his  interests  were 
expanding,  putting  out  their  roots  and  feelers 
into  all  that  environed  him.  The  opportunities 
of  his  scanty  leisure,  sometimes  robbed  from 
sleep,  were  neither  wasted  nor  neglected.  He 
attended  evening  schools  or  spent  his  evenings 
in  the  public  library.  His  reading  there  was 
wide  range,  ancient  and  modern  history,  the 
standard  novels,  the  best  essayists  and  poets, — 
all  the  best  of  these.  He  read  as  wisely  and 
as  well  as  if  directed  by  a  college  instructor, 
enriching  his  mind  with  literary  treasures  from 
which  in  after-life  he  eloquently  drew,  and  which, 
gathered  in  his  ampler  days  into  a  generous  li- 
brary of  his  own.  were  his  oft-sought  and  un- 
failing refreshment  and  delight. 

Meanwhile  he  was.  of  course,  full  of  ardor 
in  the  cause,  which  was  then  of  acute  interest, 
of  his  native  land.  He  was  in  intense  sym- 
pathy with  its  advocates  in  America  and  Ireland. 
He  joined  its  organizations,  but  his  good  sense 
led  him  to  insist  on  keeping  the  Irish  issue  out 
of  American  politics.  He  made  public  addresses 
and  wrote  articles  for  publication,  and  was  fast 
establishing  a  local  reputation  for  clear,  cogent 


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reasoning  and  expression  and  for  a  style  direct, 
eloquent,  and  as  free  from  grandiloquence  or 
floridity  as  if,  again,  he  had  been  under  college 
instruction.  Already  it  was  evident  that  his 
true  vocation  was  in  the  line  of  a  profession 
opening  into  the  channels  of  public  service. 
At  twenty-three  he  was  an  educated  man. 
The  mechanic's  toil,  the  evening  school,  the 
curriculum  of  the  public  library,  the  immediate 
close  touch  with  the  people,  and  their  quick 
responsive  recognition  of  this  bright,  eager 
spirit  who  was  of  them  and  who  shared  their 
sympathies, — all  these  assured  his  rise  as  no 
college  degree  could  have  done.  Education 
is  the  same,  whatever  the  channel  through  which 
it  comes;  and  it  came  to  him  free  and  full 
through  the  institutions  and  the  atmosphere 
of  the  city  which  he  lived  to  repay  and  to  honor. 
Landing  on  our  shores  a  child,  all  the  best  op- 
portunities of  American  life  had  opened  at  once 
wide  before  him;  and  he  seized  them.  What 
a  lesson  to  all  young  men  in  humble  circum- 
stances! What  seems  so  exceptional  in  the 
pathway  of  his  career  is  really  only  the  ordinary 
and  natural  pathway  that  is  open  to  any  who 
will  walk  in  it, — not  always  to  the  same  goal, 
but  always  to  equal  rewards  of  self-respect 
and  faithful  service.  The  exceptional  thing 
in  him  is  that  he  was  wise  enough  to  choose  the 
right  path.  I  am  right  in  saying  that  his  was 
from  the  first  a  fortunate  career,  but  it  was  so 
because,  like  Lincoln,  he  improved  the  means 
to  make  it  so. 

He  now  in  1867,  at  twenty-three,  began  the 
study  of  the  law  and  at  the  same  time  began 
his  public  political  career.     What  more  natural 


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than  that  this  gifted  young  man,  attending  a 
caucus  of  the  Democratic  party,  better  educated 
than  most  men,  his  self -earned  culture  already 
recognized  among  his  associates,  should  be  asked 
to  address  the  meeting !  What  more  natural  than 
that,  under  the  impression  made  by  him,  he  should 
on  the  spot  be  chosen  a  delegate  to  the  State 
Convention  of  the  party  and  a  few  months  later 
elected  a  representative  to  the  General  Court! 
In  that  capacity  he  served  two  years,  and  then 
served  the  next  two  years  in  the  Senate,  "the 
youngest  man,"  says  Mr.  Curran,  "that  ever 
donned  the  senatorial  toga  in  Massachusetts." 
Point  me  in  all  the  annals  of  the  Common- 
wealth to  a  more  fortunate  start  for  a  young 
man  in  public  life.  To  what  college  graduate 
has  come  so  speedy  an  opening? 

Of  course,  his  foot  was  now  on  the  ladder, 
not  by  any  means  on  the  lowest  round,  and  his 
rise  was  assured.  His  legislative  record  had 
been  one  of  liberal  and  efficient  service,  espe- 
cially in  the  removal  of  sectarian  limitations 
upon  civil  rights  and  in  the  development  of 
the  commercial  interests  of  the  harbor  of  Boston. 
And  his  reputation  as  a  clear,  eloquent,  forci- 
ble speaker  was  established. 

At  the  end  of  his  senatorial  term  in  1871, 
at  twenty-seven  years  of  age,  he  opened  his  law 
office.  His  capital  in  his  new  vocation  was  no 
heritage  of  wealth,  no  potent  array  of  corporate 
or  social  influences, — as  indeed  these  have  rarely 
been  the  capital  of  the  successful  lawyer, — ■ 
but  an  alert,  cultured  mind,  an  unblemished 
reputation  for  personal  worth,  the  prestige  of 
honorable  political  service,  the  confidence  of 
the  plain  people  who  knew  him,  the  courage  of  his 


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convictions,  and,  above  all,  a  consciousness  of 
that  combination  of  talent  with  common  sense 
and  honesty  which  is   the  best  working  genius. 

Practice  soon  came,  and  from  small  begin- 
nings rose  to  large  and  remunerative  returns. 
Had  he  devoted  himself  to  it  exclusively,  and  not 
been  drawn  from  it  by  the  demands  of  a  more 
public  career,  he  would  have  had  not  only  the 
living  lawyer's  eminence,  but  also,  alas!  the 
dead  lawyer's  oblivion.  The  law  is  a  jealous 
mistress,  and  his  political  service  compelled 
him  to  be  away  long  and  often  from  her  side. 
In  view  of  this  it  is  the  more  striking  that  he 
should  have  attained  and  held  a  place  at  the 
bar  among  those  of  the  legal  profession  whose 
names  are  quickest  recognized  when  the  roll 
of  honor  is  called. 

Not  often  at  a  meeting  of  the  bar  in  com- 
memoration of  its  dead  members  have  more 
earnest  and  appreciative  tributes  been  heard 
than  at  that  for  him.  He  practised  in  all  our 
courts.  He  was  especially  apt  and  strong 
before  juries.  He  was  always  in  demand  at 
hearings  before  legislative  committees.  And 
need  I  say  that  he  was  beloved  by  his  fellow- 
lawyers  ?  They  cannot  speak  of  him  without 
recalling  his   winning   and  lovable   personality. 

But  his  chief  fame  is  in  his  more  public 
career.  Almost  continually  an  executive  officer 
and  leader  in  the  councils  and  organizations 
of  the  Democratic  party,  member  of  each  branch 
of  the  General  Court  of  Massachusetts,  member 
of  Congress,  president  of  the  Democratic  Na- 
tional Convention  at  St.  Louis  in  1888,  consul- 
general  to  London,  mayor  of  Boston  at  which 
post  he  died,  and  a  familiar  figure  on  the  plat- 


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form  in  political  campaigns  and  at  banquets, 
public  meetings,  and  receptions  to  distinguished 
guests  and  indeed  on  all  civic  and  institutional 
occasions,  he  became  the  most  prominent  man 
of  his  race  in  New  England,  if  not  indeed  in 
the  United  States.  Before  he  was  thirty,  he  was 
chairman  of  the  Democratic  City  Committee  of 
Boston.  He  was  an  efficient  speaker  on  the 
stump  in  1874  in  the  election  of  Governor 
Gaston,  who  put  him  on  the  gubernatorial  mili- 
tary staff  as  Judge  Advocate  General  with  the 
title  of  General.  It  was  a  title,  however,  which, 
with  no  taste  for  sounding  military  titles  in 
piping  times  of  peace,  he  never  relished.  In 
the  presidential  campaign  of  1876  he  was  an 
earnest  advocate  of  Tilden,  not  only  at  home, 
but  in  the  Middle  and  Western  States,  winning 
increased  reputation  for  convincing  eloquence. 

The  defeat  of  his  candidate  gave  him  a  respite 
from  political  service,  which  he  improved  by 
a  visit  to  Ireland,  whose  cause  was  always  dear 
to  him.  Parnell,  then  its  leader,  had  recently 
been  in  America,  where  the  famous  Land  League 
had  been  formed  and  Collins  made  its  first 
president.  For  months,  speaking  in  all  our 
large  cities,  he  had  devoted  himself  to  its  ad- 
vancement and  to  the  work  of  raising  hundreds 
of  thousands  of  dollars  to  be  sent  to  Ireland.  As 
might  have  been  expected,  therefore,  on  his  ar- 
rival there  his  welcome  was  heartily  enthusi- 
astic, distinguished  by  the  gift  of  the  freedom 
of  the  city  of  Dublin  and  a  municipal  banquet. 
But  his  devotion  to  that  cause  never  blinded 
him  to  fair  play.  When  Cavendish  and  Burke 
were  foully  assassinated  in  the  public  park  in 
Dublin,  Collins,  then  in  Boston,  presided  at  a 


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meeting  in  Fanenil  Hall,  and  denounced  in  no 
uncertain  terms  "the  miscreants,"  as  he  called 
them,  who  had  brought  discredit  on  the  cause 
he  held  dear. 

He  was  a  member  of  Congress  from  the 
Boston  district  for  three  terms,  from  1883  to  1889. 
His  election,  like  all  his  elections  to  public 
office  before  and  afterwards,  came  to  him,  not  at 
his  own  solicitation  or  seeking,  but  at  the 
demand  of  party  constituencies,  which,  because 
of  their  recognition  of  his  merit,  fitness,  and 
ability,  solicited  and  sought  him  as  their  best 
and  strongest  man.  There  could  perhaps  be 
no  better  test  than  this  of  his  superiority  and 
of  the  qualities  which  to-day  make  us  single 
him  out  for  an  honor  which  is  paid  only  to 
the  greater  lights.  I  have  an  impression  that 
he  was  ambitious  for  the  culture  of  a  full 
life  rather  than  for  place;  that  the  former 
he  sought  through  books,  companionships,  or- 
atory; that  the  latter  came  to  him  without  his 
seeking,  and  that  its  exactions  and  routine, 
while  faithfully  met,  were  not  altogether  to 
his  taste. 

While  in  Congress,  he  served  on  the  Judi- 
ciary Committee,  its  legal  atmosphere  being 
especially  agreeable  to  him.  He  was  largely 
interested  in  all  questions  that  affected  the  com- 
mercial interests  of  Boston.  He  was  charged 
with  the  passage  through  the  House  of  the 
bankruptcy  bill,  which  he  was  one  of  the  fore- 
most in  preparing.  He  spoke  rarely  on  the 
floor,  but  always  with  effect.  He  took  no  part 
in  the  running  of  partisan  parliamentary  ma- 
chinery. He  was,  as  with  his  genial  and  com- 
panionable   habit    he    could    not    help    being, 


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popular  with  both  sides,  and  was  held  in  high 
esteem.  It  was  during  this  service  that  he  so 
emphatically  rebuked  the  overzealous  or  under- 
honest  representative  of  certain  interests  who 
offered  him  a  large  sum  of  money  because, 
unconscious  of  them  and  actuated  only  by  his 
own  convictions,  he  had  effectively  advocated 
some  bill  by  which  they  benefited.  He  could 
not  be  paid  more  than  he  could  be  purchased 
in  the  line  of  his  duty.  Creditable  as  was  his 
Congressional  career,  it  had  little  charm  for 
him.  He  declined  a  fourth  election,  and  moved 
out  of  his  constituent  district  to  avoid  it. 

And  yet,  though  returning  to  legal  practice 
from  which  came  his  support,  he  could  not 
help  being  for  the  remainder  of  his  life  a  public 
man.  The  demand  upon  him  was  irresistible. 
He  continued  to  be,  as  he  had  been,  in  the  van 
of  his  party  year  after  year.  In  the  presidential 
campaign  of  1884  there  was  no  more  effective 
speaker  on  the  Democratic  stump  than  he. 
Mr.  Blaine's  hold  on  what  was  called  the  Irish 
vote  was  strong.  Some  influential  leaders  and 
newspapers  of  that  complexion  were  earnestly 
for  him.  It  is  not  too  much  to  say  that  Collins 
by  a  masterly  and  most  effective  speech  at 
Albany,  directed  to  that  element,  turned  the 
tide,  and  turned  it  so  far  that  the  election  of  his 
candidate,  Mr.  Cleveland,  was  thereby  as- 
sured. If  any  one  man  elected  Cleveland,  it 
was  Collins.  From  that  time  on  he  was  in 
demand  in  all  the  doubtful  States. 

If  he  was  not  given  a  seat  in  Cleveland's 
cabinet  as  the  representative  of  New  England, 
it  was  not  because  he  had  not  earned  that  dis- 
tinction, but  probably  because  of  some  political 


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exigency  in  the  political  situation;  for  Presi- 
dent Cleveland  fully  appreciated  his  deserts 
and  capabilities,  and  the  relations  between 
them  were  always  those  of  cordial  mutual 
esteem  and  regard.  In  evidence  of  this  Cleve- 
land, after  his  second  election  in  1892,  gave 
one  of  the  most  lucrative  and  sought-for  posi- 
tions in  his  gift  to  Collins,  appointing  him  consul- 
general  at  London.  Something  of  poetic  in- 
terest attaches  itself  to  the  thought  of  this  poor 
peasant  boy,  driven  from  his  native  isle  by  gov- 
ernmental oppression,  now  in  his  prime  return- 
ing to  it  a  distinguished  citizen  of  the  United 
States  and  its  honored  consular  representative 
at  the  great  capital  of  the  British  Empire  under 
whose  allegiance  he  was  born.  It  is  to  the 
honor  of  that  empire  that  its  government  gave 
him  cordial  reception,  with  no  reservation  be- 
cause of  his  lifelong  and  conspicuous  associa- 
tion with  the  elements  that  had  so  persistently 
sought  from  England  more  generous  recogni- 
tion of  Irish  rights.  For  four  years  he  was  at 
this  post,  the  recipient  of  manifold  courtesies 
and  commanding  in  the  discharge  of  his  duties 
the  approval  of  his  countrymen  at  home  and 
abroad  and  of  the  authorities  to  whom  he  was 
accredited. 

It  was  a  natural  sequence  that,  after  his  return, 
he  should  be  the  choice  of  his  party  for  Mayor 
of  Boston.  Defeated  in  1899,  he  was  elected 
to  that  biennial  office  in  1901  and  again  in 
1903,  holding  it  at  the  time  of  his  death.  He 
entered  upon  its  duties  with  high  purpose,  with 
an  earnest  zeal  for  the  honor  and  credit  of  the 
city,  and  with  an  especial  ambition  to  save  it 
from  those  inroads  of  extravagance  and  plunder, 


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those  raids  upon  the  public  treasury,  and  those 
attempts  to  secure  selfish  privilege  and  franchise, 
which  are  the  bane  of  American  municipalities 
and  the  cure  of  which  is  the  crying  problem  of 
the  day.  Reform  in  these  lines  is  slow  and  hard, 
but  in  his  honesty  and  integrity  there  was  every- 
where confidence,  and  these  were  the  bulwarks  he 
opposed  to  every  flagrant  or  insidious  foe  to  the 
good  name  or  material  interest  of  the  city. 

But  they  were  not  a  bulwark  against  the 
inroads  of  a  life  of  incessant  wear  and  tear  in 

Sublic  service  upon  his  physical  constitution, 
[e  had  sought  a  brief  period  of  recuperation  at 
Hot  Springs,  Virginia.  There  suddenly  the 
angel  of  death  stood  at  his  side  bringing  rest, 
and  he  died  September  14,  1905.  The  sorrow 
was  universal.  A  hundred  thousand  people 
thronged  the  streets  of  Boston  at  his  funeral. 
From  all  parts  of  the  country  and  from  the 
island  of  his  birth  came  messages  of  apprecia- 
tion. The  press,  without  distinction  of  party, 
paid  him  warm  tributes.  The  Suffolk  bar  met 
in  his  honor.  Boston  had  a  memorial  service. 
A  fund,  contributed  by  hundreds  of  citizens, 
representing  all  parties,  races,  professions,  and 
business  interests,  was  raised  to  erect  this  per- 
manent memorial  which  we  unveil  to-day. 

I  have  detailed,  in  brief  and  lacking  outline, 
the  record  of  his  public  service.  But  that  record, 
even  were  it  complete,  would  be  only  a  skeleton, 
— the  dry  bones.  It  is  the  heart  within,  it  is 
the  man  himself,  the  warm  blood  coursing  in  his 
veins,  wit  sparkling  in  his  eye,  his  lips  speaking, 
— it  is  these  that  I  would  recall  now  as  when  I 
began.  What  a  copious  nature  it  was!  He 
was  a  magnanimous  man.     Malice  was  not  in 


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him.  He  fought  hard,  but  he  fought  fair.  He 
did  not  strike  below  the  belt.  We  who  differed 
from  him  knew  him  for  a  dangerous  but  always 
an  honorable  foe.  His  mind  was  large  and 
liberal.  His  outlook  was  broad  and  generous. 
Devoted  to  the  religious  faith  of  his  fathers, 
fervently  devoted  to  the  cause  of  Erin,  he  was 
outspoken  in  his  demand  that  neither  should 
stand  in  the  way  of  the  political  duties  and  obli- 
gations of  American  citizenship. 

A  son  of  toil,  his  youth  spent  in  manual  work, 
early  a  charter  member  of  a  labor  organization, 
he  yet  recognized  the  rights  of  both  capital  and 
labor.  In  the  conflicts  between  them  which 
seem  to  grow  more  acute  the  more  prosperous 
each  becomes,  how  invaluable  would  be  now 
and  in  the  near  years  to  come  his  counsel  and 
his  influence!  As  a  leader  in  one  of  our  great 
political  parties,  how  invaluable  in  keeping  its 
rudder  true!  As  a  citizen,  how  invaluable  in 
the  tremendous  problem  of  preserving  the  bal- 
ance between  progress  and  conservatism!  With 
the  immense  inflow  of  elements  from  abroad 
which  have  not  been  trained  in  our  conventional 
and  old-time  political  and  social  system,  we 
look  to  his  race,  with  its  instinctive  drift  into 
politics,  its  loyalty  to  ecclesiastical  authority, 
its  thrift  and  material  holdings,  and  its  conse- 
quent direct  interest  in  the  security  and  stability 
of  property  and  social  order,  as  now,  and  here- 
after to  be  still  more,  one  of  our  great  conserva- 
tive forces.  Would  he  were  still  living  to  em- 
body and  enforce  its  influence! 

As  head  of  a  family,  loyal  son,  devoted  hus- 
band and  father,  where  is  there  a  sweeter  pict- 
ure or  a  better  example  of  domestic  life  ?     What 


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wonder  that  whether  in  Washington  or  London, 
his  heart  turned  to  the  Massachusetts  fireside, 
and  that  no  official  honor,  no  triumph  of  the 
forum,  no  plaudit  of  delighted  audiences,  sup- 
planted the  charm  of  home,  the  voices  of  wife  and 
children,  the  serene  companionship  of  his  books ! 

It  was  indeed  a  copious,  a  sweet,  genial  nature. 
The  sunshine  ran  through  it.  Some  of  his  bright 
sayings  are  as  familiar  among  us  as  household 
words.  Rising  sometimes  to  the  height  of  the 
orator,  always  through  his  speech  played  the 
lambent  glow  of  kindly  humor.  It  was  a  pleas- 
ure to  meet  him,  to  clasp  hands  with  him,  to 
exchange  with  him  the  passing  word.  And, 
after  all,  in  this  brotherly  intercourse  of  ours, 
well  as  we  think  we  know  one  another,  how 
much  more  than  these  fleeting  intercommunica- 
tions do  we  get  ? 

But  this  was  not  all.  Underneath  were  the 
structural  honesty  and  integrity  of  the  man. 
He  was  worthy  of  the  trusts  reposed  in  him. 
No  evil  was  in  his  thought.  He  was  an  honor 
to  his  native  Ireland,  the  welfare  of  which  was 
close  to  his  heart.  He  was  a  loyal  citizen  and 
servant  of  our  Commonwealth  which  he  made 
his  home,  and  of  the  nation  which  he  made  his 
own.  He  is  an  example  to  every  aspiring  young 
man,  whatever  his  race  or  circumstances,  of 
the  value  and  fruit  of  an  honest  and  true  and 
therefore  of  a  happy  life. 

"Far  may  we  search  before  we  find 
A  heart  so  manly  and  so  kind." 

Green  as  the  Emerald  Isle  forever  be  the  turf 
of  Massachusetts  above  him! 


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